I still hear you in the quiet parts
But now I say it plain
I miss your voice, your stupid jokes
The way you said my name
You slipped out between my fingers
Yeah, I know I let you go
And I hate myself for acting like
I didn’t need you so
I think about you every day
Not just late at night
In crowded rooms, in passing cars
In every bit of light
Were we ever really nothing?
‘Cause it never felt that way
You’re the first thing that I think of
And the last thing when I lay
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And I miss you—God, I miss you
Not in some poetic way
I mean I’d call you if I could
I just don’t know what to say
I miss your hands, your hair, your laugh
The way you pulled me close
I miss the version of myself
That only you knew most
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I keep your texts, I read them back
Like they might change somehow
Like there’s a hidden line I missed
That could bring you back now
Every place we used to go
Just feels a little dead
Like the world kept moving on
But stopped inside my head
If I saw you, I’d be honest
I wouldn’t play it cool
I’d tell you that I fucked it up
That I was scared and cruel
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And I want you—yeah, I want you
More than I let you see
Not just who you used to be
But who you are to me
I want the late nights back again
Your head against my chest
I want the way you made me feel
Like I was at my best
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Maybe you’ve already moved on
Maybe you’re okay
Maybe someone else is hearing
Everything I’d say
But I’m still here, still stuck on you
Still wishing you’d appear
Still hoping somehow you might miss me
Half as much as I do here
monroe
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